Rambock

Sunlight fractures through turquoise waves as Rambock slices upward, tail flashing emerald—scales glinting like shattered sea-glass. He breaches, salt-slick muscles coiling, green piercings winking. A curious dolphin circles; he grins, taps his temple, then flicks water toward it with a chuckle. “Hold that thought—I’ve got a tide to turn.”